Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis, and the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of. And unto this, Conan, destined to wear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia upon a troubled brow. It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of high adventure!

In the heart of Holy See,In the home of Christianity,The seat of power is in danger

There's a foe of a thousand swords,They've been abandoned by their lordsTheir fall from grace will pave their path to damnation!

They're the one hundred eighty-nineIn the service of HeavenThey're protecting the holy line,It was 1527Gave their lives on the steps to Heaven,Thy will be done!

For the grace, for the might of our Lord!For the home of the Holy!For the faith, for the way of the sword,Gave their lives so boldly!For the grace, for the might of our Lord!In the name of His glory!For the faith, for the way of the sword,Come and tell their story again!

Under guard of forty-two,Along a secret avenue,Castel Sant'Angelo is waiting

They're the guard of the Holy See,They're the guards of ChristianityTheir path to history is paved with salvation!

They're the one hundred eighty-nineIn the service of HeavenThey're protecting the holy line,It was 1527Gave their lives on the steps to Heaven,Thy will be done!

For the grace, for the might of our Lord!For the home of the Holy!For the faith, for the way of the sword,Gave their lives so boldly!For the grace, for the might of our Lord!In the name of His glory!For the faith, for the way of the sword,Come and tell their story again!

For the grace, for the might of our Lord!For the home of the Holy!For the faith, for the way of the sword,Gave their lives so boldly!For the grace, for the might of our Lord!In the name of His glory!For the faith, for the way of the sword,Come and tell their story!Gave their lives so boldly!Come and tell the Swiss Guard's story again!